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My bedroom is buried
Too many clothes
It may be hard to understand
Why none of it goes
Take for example
The shirt on the floor
With the big Snoopy and Woodstock
It was the one that I wore
When I was first on my own
It was loose then and new
And while pregnant with my children
I wore it all the way through
That shirt and others
I still wear to this day
Warm with the feelings and memories
I hope won’t go away
Some clothes are really fancy
Some I wear when I clean
All piled here in this room
They create quite a cluttered scene
Some clothes are filled with dreams
Of going places, or losing weight
some clothes are reminders
Of younger days when I looked great
It’s hard to let go of these garments
Piled here on the floor
My present past and future
Make me want to keep them even more
Even if they do remind me
That none of it will last
Someday they just may fit me
Someday they’ll all be past
Why should I give them up
Why should I have to
I’ll wear them as long as I can
And buy some more new!
- Chris Kellett
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